Chemical Weapons

By Saadi Yusuf

In March, the Kurds were in the tranquility of the impossible

Dresses of Spring,
Faces of Spring, But the singer was dead.
The clouds that descended like black mustard in the lungs,
The clouds that tied the knot of death around the lovely morning,
The clouds that curdled the devil's bread in the pupil of the sunset,
Do you think they will pass through the thicket of cypress
And touch the date palms?

In March, the Kurds were in the tranquility of the impossible

Translated from the Arabic by Mohammed B. Alwan

March 1998 marks the 10th anniversary of the Halabja massacre, when Saddam Hussein's forces used chemical weapons against the inhabitants of this Kurdish village.-The Editors